Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 14:24:35 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: Pawn to King Four     Chapter 11

This is a story from the imagination. It is fiction.  It contains the story
of the love and relationship between a man and boy/s. This kind or
relationship, which contains sexual aspects, is frowned upon by most of
society. Please check that your country allows this kind of story and
please beware.

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I am dyslexic so my computer does most of the work. My proof readers still
say that my first story that this is should remain intact with the feelings
it shows. I have had a lot of email so I am sorry that I could not supply
the tissues from chapter 6


                               Pawn to King Four

                              Chapter 11


I cannot remember most of the night. I know Anders did not move at all.
When I slipped him off of me it looked as if a pig was asleep in the bed
with me. This small pink tail was in the shape of a spring. I was looking
at him when Colin peeped around the corner. "Can I come in with you for a
while?" I pulled back the sheet that showed Anders and I naked. Colin stood
at the far side from Anders and took his pyjamas off then climbed in
hugging me like he was glue. I placed an arm around him when he became
excited and started to climb on me kissing as he went. "Chris will you love
me?" I smiled telling him that I did. "No I mean will you do things with me
like I was going to in the bathroom?" He climbed higher until the kisses
became more passionate. I did not mean to let anything happen and that's
the truth but I turned Colin so that I could stroke his penis to suffice
him. I found that I had an erection. Colin grabbed it aiming it at his
well-used hole. "Colin we should not do this because if. To late. Colin
thrust back and I was inside him. I never moved but allowed Colin to do
what he thought was right, I knew that he came early dry but in force. So
did I. Colin was telling me what he could feel. How he was happy and
wishing he could have done things sooner. I never said a word I was in
tears again but this time because I was enjoying it. The part that was even
more painful was I did not realise that Anders had been watching hugging
against me while I thrust in his brother. I spoke long and clear to them
both telling them that I loved them and did not expect anything. What had
happened was wonderful but please not to say anything at all. "Chris,
Anders said you like special boys so can we be your special ones to." It
was hard to think that boys were abusing me but even as a boy lover I would
not expect a boy to take over in the course of love.

Well it had happened. It was not guilt I was feeling while the boys ate
breakfast it was what I had felt after reading the records. I had asked my
solicitor to look into things and find me a place away from this area. But
look at the situation to contain the boys. I found a number of boys to have
been moved already so a few more would not be missed. Today I met
Lake. Paul Lake age 13. Friend to all and to all a friend. His words not
mine. Colin brought him to see me. I was pleased that he was a friend to
Harris and kept the things he asked. He was in foster care but now was
given almost free time to do as he pleased. "Could he come back for tea?"
Now I did not know. Being part of all this I wondered if he would even be
at school this day. I was clear what I had to do so called his Foster
Carers. They were new with him but would allow him this freedom being he
was going to a teacher's house that had two boys of his own. I did get the
full graphic story about Paul, I thought would never stop. I told them I
knew so would be acutely aware around him reporting any digression that
occurred. Paul lived on the other side of town so did not see a problem.

I called Colin and Anders together and reminded them that Paul was a guest
so talk of our relationship must be not spoken about. They agreed with no
problem at all. It was like a school bus going home. Full of talk that was
pretty meaningless. I was very pleased that all the boys got down to their
homework as soon as they got in. I managed a Meal that would be asked for
again and again, all because it contained Chips.

"Excuse me Sir, I can see that you are looking after Anders and Colin but
if it's not to rude to ask who sleeps with you?" I was stiff all over. "I
beg your pardon?"  Oh I have made a mistake. I thought that being you had 2
boys from the Orphanage you had your eye on one of them. My man who I was
with for 6 months had 2 beds but I was always pleased to sleep with him." I
sat on the chair. "Paul, you were one of the boys as well. Your name was
not in the book. It is but I use my real name at school." Of course I asked
a silly question, "How much did you earn?" Paul sat next to me. "Almost a
£1000. But I have a bankbook with a whole lot more in. Why should old
Plover get the cash for what I do." This kid was smart. I held back asking
his charges. Colin came into the kitchen, "Did you tell him?" Paul
smiled. "Well you are safe here and Chris will look after you. He gave me
his list of the men he had been with. "If the authorities get to know my
life will be at its end. Colin knows many of them but the one thing I can
tell you is that I was the boy Harris made Anders sleep with that very last
night. Plover could hurt you so I did my best to explain." I was at a loss
with what to say. Colin left. "All the boys ever wanted was to be loved in
the right way and have a home that we would never feel threatened by. The
Foster parents I have went all strange after the stories came out. Because
they had a younger son they asked me to promise never to touch him. Of
course I did not but I am sure that they did not believe me."

I thought about what Paul had said then realised that Anders and Colin were
lucky to be here. Then I had to ask, after what we had done were they
safe. I got a call from the solicitor. "You, Anders, Colin and I will be in
court this Friday. They wish to get things wrapped up before you move. I
have found a 4-bedroom house about 200 miles from here. It is 10 minutes
from the sea and also has a city 20 miles in the other direction for
shops. There is everything including a school close by." I was
impressed. Still I paid this guy the earth for his services but he earned
them. "Chris here, that sounds great. If the court goes well I will want
immediate moving so sort that out." I heard a laugh. "Hey you know me, it's
all on standby, 4 days and they will move you." My turn to laugh. "Oh there
is one last thing."

I spoke to the headmaster at length telling him of my plans. "I have asked
for a stand in for the last few weeks till half term. It's been hard upon
my wife so we will take a break. We have been planning it for some
time. The Education Department have agreed so suggested you take over as
the Interim Head. I will have to tell them that they need to get a
substitute fast. I understand why you are making a fresh start because of
the boys but how will it all effect you?" I did not think about it until
now. I was only thinking of the boys we shook hand and strangely hugged one
another. I left that day with no bad feeling. The boys asked me why I had
left, my answer, "I have just had enough for the time being.

With the boys at school I prepared the papers with my Solicitor. Yes I
refrained from making sexual contact with the boys but I did give them a
bath. I never thought I would ever finish writing. I had an old fashion
typewriter that as I worked sounded like a Machine Gun constantly firing.
I tried not to worry but Anders could feel the tension. Colin just thought
it was another day. Thursday night the boys jumped into the car very happy
because they had been given no homework. We went out for a meal that
evening. I could not remember what we had but it seemed to go down well. I
apologised to them because I did have a whiskey or two that night and it
was then Anders asked me what was wrong. When I mentioned the court they
both went white. I spoke for the rest of the evening; well the whiskey
helped me talk, to explain what was going to happen. It was crucial I
believed that they both understood the Judge could make good as well as Bad
decisions. I told them that if they wanted to say anything to write a
letter to the court. My solicitor would then pass it on to the authorities
concerned. "Anders, Colin this is an uphill task so be prepared for the
worst.

As I started the second whiskey I had the strangest talk with Colin I hoped
to ever have. "Chris why do they not think you would make a good dad?" I
told him about being a single guy and how they were looked on in matters of
adoption. "If we were not here you could have children though with a wife
couldn't you?" He knew about babies I gathered. "Yes I suppose so
Colin. "If your wife died then you would have to look after your children,
that's right isn't it?" I agreed with his thoughts. "Why then when we have
no mother or father why won't the court see that anyone would be good to
look after children rather than throw them in a home or places like that?"
The simplicity of Childs arguments. "Colin they believe that all men who
want to look after boys are Gay." Another piece of a square puzzle had been
added to a round one. "Gay? What's that?" I thought about it for a while
but Anders got there before me. "Gay means that you do not like girls only
boys." Fair enough I was going to keep out of this. "Right then I will
write and tell the judge I am Gay so he will not put me with a woman. That
makes Chris perfect." I grabbed the trousers running past me. "Hey
listen. Other grown ups will look at the whole thing and decide. I have to
be honest now. Colin, you know what you did with other men?" he looked
down. "You said that you would never talk about that Chris."  I felt sorry
for him. "Colin the Judge will know. He might think that I would be a bad
influence being a man so think a woman would be best." Colin looked at
Anders. "But we have done it together." Anders banged the table. "Colin so
have I but we must never say that. If we did we would loose Chris forever."
I looked at them. "Life is very strange. Yes I have done things to you
both." Colin interrupted. "Yes but we never charged you did we." Anders
shouted at Colin, "No and we never would." I looked around. "Boys I wish
you knew how much I loved you. When we did things together it was great,
but I would love you both even if we did nothing at all. I will admit I
love giving you a bath but in time you will need privacy so I know that
will stop." Colin looked sad. "But we will not get the privacy if we have
to go somewhere else." I had a boy on each knee. The hugs I was giving soon
brought back tears in my eyes. It maybe the last time I get to hug the boys
I had come to know.

We all slept very uneasily. Colin wet his bed and had the unhappy task of
telling me. "Is that all Colin? I will come help sort it out. You have a
quick shower while I sort the sheets out." It was not bad but changed
everything even down to the rubber sheet I placed over the mattress. I was
prepared. Anders woke up and sleepily helped. Everything went in the washer
to be done by the morning. I returned to find the boys asleep in my bed. I
left them and used a third whisky to get some sleep on the chair. I knew I
was prepared so if anything was going to go wrong it would be no fault of
my own, (I heard that. Who shouted that I was just waiting to get the
official stamp to molest them?) I am not but being whom they were brought
the worst in me out. They deserved a chance so I was going to do my best to
give them it.

A well-known colloquialism came into the breakfast silence. "Look it's
pissing down." The funny part was it was me who said it. I had managed to
get the sheets and clothes into the dryer and while the boys shuffled their
breakfast around there dishes I took the clothes out that I thought would
be best for them to wear. They never ate anything so washed and dressed
then sat quietly in their bedroom.
 I was going through it bad. Not because if the facts came out about what I
had done would see me being taken away. I was feeling for the boys. As I
have said I could do no more. The drinks cabinet looked so inviting this
morning. (The first to call me a drunk I will stop writing.) Okay then. My
solicitor came to the house. He had some last minute papers to sign. He had
decided to drive us to the court because in his opinion I would not have my
mind fully on driving. Before we left I introduced him to the boys. It was
at that moment that something happened I had no control over. The boys gave
him a letter to give to the judge. I had not known they would be doing it;
I just gave them an idea. Worst of all, I had not seen the contents.

We all arrived at the court. There was an influx of boys from the now
closed home with adults hoping to get temporary care orders made for
them. The adults sat one side while we sat the other. The Judge made the
children leave the court with 2 women while he spoke about the reasons that
the children need to be cared for. Being a family court the judge
encouraged the adults to voice their concerns before any agreements were
made. It was almost half that voiced concern. They were the ones who
already had children. I sympathised with them a lot but could not
understand why they were offering their services as carers knowing that the
children in their care could be coming from all kinds of backgrounds. After
almost two hours there was just one couple that did not want their children
involved with a child in their care.

"Lets get the children back in. Now who will be first? My solicitor stood
reading the number of the case. "Your honour this maybe an error in the
proceedings but I would like to give you a letter I have been asked to
present to you." The judge looked. He waved a court officer to get the
letter from my solicitor. I was watching him reading. He asked the child
agency if they had any comments. He heard the familiar, I suppose, about a
single man adopting 2 children. My Solicitor gave him a statement made by
me. The Judge took his time. "Mr Patrick (Me) your statement will be
ignored. I was almost fainting. The child agencies report will also be
ignored. The one document that I will however take is from Anders and Colin
Gilliam. Where are you boys?" I saw them stand. "I accept your wishes and
therefore make the following order.

Mr C Patrick. From this day 8th of the 10th month 1986 the Adoption order
is acknowledge. You have two new sons sir Andrew and Christopher
Patrick. Their new birth certificate will be sent to your Solicitor. I
understand that you may be resettling. I wish you all the very best with
your new family.

Andrew and Christopher came running to me without admonishment. We hugged
openly. I left hand in hand while my solicitor was going to deal with
another matter. We sat upon the bench outside. I was after a while called
back into the court. I told the boys to get a drink and wait for me. I gave
them money and entered the courtroom.

The judge spoke "Mr and Mrs Pine I understand that you are not going to
offer a home to young master Lake." They confirmed what the judge had
said. "Well Mr Dunbar what has the child agency to say about this? He stood
and told the judge of a home that would accept the boy but on strict
provisions. My Solicitor stood to call upon the judge for a point of
order. "Well you are a busy person today. What is your interest in this
child's case?" A pause "My client wishes to offer a permant home to the
child along with his 2 own children. A home cannot give the stability a
family home can. My client is resettling to a house much farther away." He
passed all the details to the Judge. "Being that my client was a teacher at
the school where most of the boys went he feels one more child who is
desperate for a new start will not make a great deal of difference." We had
silence. Well I will take this matter under advisement. You will have my
answer at the end of the morning.

We left the courtroom. We watched all the adults taking away the children
who needed a home. Boys waved to boys then parents waved to parents. The
court usher called upon me and my solicitor to re enter the court. Andrew
and Christopher asked what was happening. "Oh don't worry boys your dad has
to sign papers. That was the first time I had official been called Dad.

"Well Mr Patrick we have discussed the merits of this case. Do you
understand just what you will be taking on? My solicitor started to
speak. I stopped him. "Sir Things have happened to the boys that a child
should have never been part of. All they wanted was a home not a workhouse
for depraved men to use. I would take them all to get them out of the
atmosphere they were in. I know young Mr Lake. He is a good scholar so the
chance of a new start, in a new home and new family can surly be better
than a Home full of children who just hope and wait." The children's agency
stood. "I object, we run special homes that care and deal with all the
children's needs." It was the judge who got there before I did. "What like
the last home? We have to be serious. Many elderly children are left till
aged 16 then let out. The opportunity exists here and now to place a boy
who needs an atmosphere of strength and security. Mr Patrick you are a
brave man. Paul Lake would you like a new start?" Standing upright he just
said "Oh yes please sir."

Order made today; Mr C Patrick on this day the 8th day of the 10th month
1986 grants you the right of Adoption of, Did you want to change your name
too?" He smiled "Just the surname please." The pen scribbled. "Grants you
the right of adoption of Paul Lake now known as Paul Patrick. Mr Patrick I
think you better take your son home now before you find anymore." I thanked
him "Oh Mr Patrick congratulation from all of us." I told Paul what to do
and went to find my other boys. They were drinking milkshake. "All sorted
Dad." I smiled. Paul came over. "Hey boys I just got adopted." Andrew and
Christopher both said, "So did we." Now "I am Andrew Patrick." "I am
Christopher Patrick." I held that smile in tight. "I am Paul Patrick." I
let out the laugh. Boys this is your brother Paul. We took a walk hand in
hand out of the court building. My solicitor was their waiting to take us
home. Paul had a bag that contained the clothes from the home just as
Andrew and Christopher had.  We all walked to the car but my friend Phillip
the solicitor went to get it first. I had made a choice that we would get
some clothes for Paul first. While we waited I surveyed the faces of the
boys to see if they were as happy as I felt. They were.

I saw the woman from the child agencies and gave her Paul's bag saying I
expect she knew of some children that could use them. We shook hand while
he wished me luck. I heard a screech of tyres. Coming towards us was a van
flat out. It was heading for the boys. I could not do a thing. CRASH,
Phillips car had smashed into the van saving the children. I grabbed the
man as he tried to get away. "Its Plover shouted Paul.

Three police officers took hold of the man. "We have been looking for you."
I made sure the boys were all right but the most pleasing part of all this
for them was that their Dad had grabbed the man. Whoopee I was the hero. I
could not thank Phillip enough. He had a cut on his cheek but was already
making calls to get the move sorted in a couple of days. I waited till I
got Phillip in an Ambulance then called a Taxi. The headmaster of the
school was almost at my side before I saw him. "They have my brother, now I
see Plover is out of action. All the boys shouted, "We have been adopted by
Chris." I got a hug from him and he left us. Head down he walked into the
police station. I felt sorry for him. A bad thought, I wondered if he would
be coming out.

We drove to the clothes mall to get Paul kitted. I chose similar things to
Andrew. (I hoped that I could get used to the new names.) With almost
identical thing but slightly larger I got him to try them on. "Paul do you
wear boxers or briefs?" He thought. "Whatever I was given. Men liked me
with nothing." I told him that the only man about now would be me so he
would have to choose. "How about half and half. I asked Andrew to go find
the underwear in Paul's size "That's the same as me." The clothes fitted so
with them packed with the underwear I asked "One last thin. Pyjamas
coloured or striped." I seem to have made him uncomfortable. Dad would it
be all right if I did not wear anything. I am used to that. I agreed but
got 2 pairs just in case he had to go into hospital. "Why?" The thought of
being run over by an elephant did the trick. Well we were on our way
home. I realised we did have a 1 problem. Paul had nowhere to sleep except
the sofa. Moving in 2 days so the sofa it was.

We had a meal out again to celebrate. Paul said it was the first time he
had ever done it. "Dad cooks great chips." Said Christopher. Andrew then in
a loud voice said, "His balls taste good to. I blushed. "Dad not that
kind. Well those were fun." I told all three off for getting rowdy. We got
home and Christopher took a bath as soon as we got in. Of course I scrubbed
him clean watched by the other brothers. Andrew was next "Dad will you get
in with me tonight?" I just looked at him. "Don't mind me." Said
Paul. Andrew stood up allowing me to wash him then I helped him dry. "Right
Paul, you better gets something to wear before you go to bed. I ran him a
bath. "Dad will you wash me to?" I laughed. "At 13 I think you can do it
yourself." Paul took ages but came out shinning. The clothes he had on he
threw away immediately. It was Andrew who chose the orange boxers but Paul
look every part a stunner in them.

Christopher was tired so the story never got to start tonight. Andrew took
to his bed himself. I made the sofa up with the sleeping bag for Paul. I
raised my glass to make a toast to my loving new family. I then managed to
go to bed after cleaning up then giving the old teeth a brush. It was a
while before I realised that I could hear movement. Andrew must have been
awake so thought he would sneak in with me. How I was wrong. Paul jumped in
as I pulled back the covers. "I was cold dad." I held the newest member to
warm him up. He took control and started the kissing. I managed to feel his
back until I easily opened the buttons of his boxers. They came away. I
found the penis long and slender. It was covered in gossamer like hair that
made the shiver go down my spine. I rubbed and it got bigger and
bigger. Paul was the most experienced of the boys so as he took over I
became putty in his hands. He was an expert at making the hair all over my
body stand to attention. He placed an extra pillow behind my head then
expertly found my erection waiting for action. Paul held and licked with
the tip with his tongue. Slurping as if an ice cream, he managed to get the
skin down enough to show the tender head. He used nothing else, but he sat
upon me and I sank into his hole. I was fully inside. I was making noises
that I had never heard. Soon Paul ejaculated without touching himself
throwing 2 or 3 clean jets at me while his muscles grasped my penis
within. I forced upwards shaking while I ejected my emission into the tubes
of Paul. He lifted off me to take the few drops I had left into his
mouth. He cleaned me up and I was feeling the most wonderful glow
throughout my whole body. Andrew and Christopher joined us when we had
finished. I think they had been watching. I got a dry outrageous orgasm
from Christopher while Andrew showed us all that he was just ready for
love. 4 drips, 1 each but I cleaned him up. We slept together that night. I
do not know if this has ever happened to you but I had that erection for
hours but my boys just let it all go over them.

I could go on telling you what we did but sex can be told lovingly just
when it is worth it. I saw all three boys through their teens until they
left for university. We did have sex of course but our love was more
important. I took many photographs, and that they became the most important
I ever had. In the new house we had a great big cellar. Over the walls I
had many pictures or Andrew, Christopher and Paul I would always refer to
them as my Santa Pictures. The reason all around the frames had pubic hairs
stuck on with Sellotape.

At the age of 20 Christopher died of AIDS. He had caught it while at
University. After all the men as a child it took higher education to kill
him. Andrew is studying for the Bar; Child law then there is Paul. He
studied to become an Architect. He passed. The first thing he did was to
buy the Orphanage and turns it into a supermarket for a well-known
company. We laugh about that because when the boys were there it was a
supermarket of a different kind.

Plover and the other men who were caught Got from 5years to 20. The
headmaster got relocated for turning states evidence, but committed suicide
about 3 months later. He could not live with being a family member of one
of the men who used the boys. I should have felt guilty, but only once in a
lifetime can the love that I had come along. The boys were happy, very
happy and so was I. I watched almost daily as they grew. My happiest part
was when Christopher, aka Colin asked me to check after he had shaved for
the first time. I never went with another boy and lived very happily with
the three I had. I did get to know them in all their ways. I had no
favourites because they all gave whatever they had of themselves to me. I
am a doting Grandfather believe it or not and I am trusted to look after
the 4 girls. Don't laugh.

Me, ahh well I am still writing the stories from my imagination. They like
this are Fiction. My boys and me have shown that if true love is out there
it can be found. We all hope that this examination of love give hope to
all. However be careful that when the love is not found it's not in the
wrong place, be happy. Finally I still play chess or should I say I did,
because at the last game I resigned. Is life really like a game of chess?
Right girls when can I play with a Barbie.


                     This is the end.

                     Pawn To King Four.

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